Turning the tattered pages of the old photo album
I came across a picture of Grandma and Mama, age 8 months,
sitting on the front porch in the old wicker rocker.
The house was 3 years old and the maple trees
were still small, not yet large enough to shade the house.
The picture almost seems to speak to me reminding me
of happy days when Grandma was just a young woman.
Her dark shiny hair piled upon her head,
held in place with golden combs.
A brief glimpse of the past do I see today,
As my fingers turn the pages of this old album.
I smile as I scan the old photo
and put it on this page,
to be shared with others,
this treasured photo from another age.
